When I thought about getting something to match, I didn't think the universe would take it so literally.
[She leans close to him as she steps right up, her body pressed flush to his, close enough that she can feel his warmth blossoming across her own skin.]
You didn't happen to catch a peek at my dress ahead of time, did you?
It's not far from here. About a block down the road on the way down.
[Her fingers give his a squeeze, and before they leave, she leans up to steal a kiss from him first, soft and tender and sweet, leaving behind a tingling feeling when she pulls back to smile against his lips.]
I mean it though, I really like this.
[And then she's twirling around to try and lead the way before he gets the chance to steal a kiss—]
[He should have expected it, but he's surprised all the same, and with that little twirl it leaves him to only stare at the back at her head for a moment before he smiles, following alongside her. He'll get her back soon enough.]
I like your dress, too. Almost makes me wish no one else could see it.
[She tugs him along at first before she allows him to fall into step beside her, the two of them walking evenly away from the overlook.
But they won't have to go far, just like she said. It is about a block down the road, with a bit of a decline in the street to get there. It's hidden away in an alley, not exactly the sort of place he'd think she would be taking him, nor a place that would be "safe" on a leviathan like this. But given the area that they are in, it's perfectly fine, and as they approach the large double doors, he'll hear both the sound of laughter and conversation as well as a piano playing from the other side.]
I've heard really good things about this one.
[When the bearfolk opens the door for them, they're met with a dimly lit restaurant and bar decorated with dark mahoganys and red silks, with chandeliers hanging overhead to cast the entire place in a warm light. It's crowded, but not too crowded—enough that it makes for an obviously well-loved establishment. Up on the stage at the other end, there is a catfolk woman singing into the microphone, her voice like velvet alongside the piano.]
[He jests...mostly. He may or may not shoot the odd cold glare at anyone that looks at her longer than they should—but fortunately there are more couples around than not around this area.
But he is a little surprised by the direction she leads him, expecting a more open restaurant than one tucked away like this. This feeling continues as they enter and he takes in the interior. It's...classic, honestly. Something that despite the more luxurious feel reminds him of a few of the restaurants of his own world and for a moment he feels a little nostalgic.
As they reach the front, the receptionist asks if they have a reservation before guiding them to the a small table for two in a quieter corner and with a good view of the stage.]
A little different than what I expected... But it's nice.
[He's hanging his jacket behind his chair (revealing that his shirt and vest are indeed mostly backless) and loosening the cuffs on his sleeves so he can roll them up a little to make it easier to eat. But at her question he just smiles a little.]
You had said formal... Guess I was thinking some more like those five star luxury restaurants. Not that this one isn't, but it also feels... Comfortable, yet classy.
[...Somehow this feels wrong... But there's not much he can do to stop her when she's clearly determined to do so, so there's just a slight awkward look before he nods.]
You don't have to go through all this trouble, but... All right.
[He shouldn't feel strange or awkward about this. Tifa is completely in her element right now, and so when she catches that look on his face, she stops to lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a light print of red from her lipstick behind. Whether he notices or not...
But she walks away to the bar, making her way to the front to chat up the bartender. The two of them share a laugh, and he seems to recognize the name of the Seventh Heaven, telling her about how he's been meaning to visit the famous seafaring bar run by a bunch of riftfarers, and she offers him an invitation and a few free drinks on the house to sample their "exotic" drinks which aren't all that exotic. Though it helps being a mixologist.
A few more minutes as he mixes their drinks...
And when Tifa returns, it's with two glasses in hand. One with a tall stem and a foamy top to the drink that she sets down at her spot, the other a rounder, shorter glass with a twist of lemon and orange peel that she sets in front of him.]
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[She leans close to him as she steps right up, her body pressed flush to his, close enough that she can feel his warmth blossoming across her own skin.]
You didn't happen to catch a peek at my dress ahead of time, did you?
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[A soft, quiet laugh as he holds her close, but careful so that he doesn't wrinkle her dress.]
I wasn't sure what color to go with... I thought black and white would have been too...simple, so I had some help at the tailor.
[A small pause.]
They asked what color your eyes were.
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[If she wasn't blushing furiously before, then she certainly is now.]
I... Well, looks like they nailed it pretty good, huh...? And it looks really good on you, too.
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So you like it?
[Oh now he's definitely being a wolf teasing her.]
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I do. I think you look like a dashing pirate prince.
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[Just a slight raise of the brow as he didn't expect to hear something like that.]
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[Said as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, as she bites back a smile.]
You're not just a regular prince. Or... my apologies. Are you a king?
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Not a chance. I just wouldn't really call myself any kind of royalty.
[And then a smirk.]
Just a pirate.
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[Her hand slides down his front, fingers running along the lapel of his coat before she finds his hand.]
But come on. I wanna show you the place I found.
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[But he just continues to smile warmly before his fingers entwine with hers.]
But all right, lead the way.
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[Her fingers give his a squeeze, and before they leave, she leans up to steal a kiss from him first, soft and tender and sweet, leaving behind a tingling feeling when she pulls back to smile against his lips.]
I mean it though, I really like this.
[And then she's twirling around to try and lead the way before he gets the chance to steal a kiss—]
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I like your dress, too. Almost makes me wish no one else could see it.
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[She tugs him along at first before she allows him to fall into step beside her, the two of them walking evenly away from the overlook.
But they won't have to go far, just like she said. It is about a block down the road, with a bit of a decline in the street to get there. It's hidden away in an alley, not exactly the sort of place he'd think she would be taking him, nor a place that would be "safe" on a leviathan like this. But given the area that they are in, it's perfectly fine, and as they approach the large double doors, he'll hear both the sound of laughter and conversation as well as a piano playing from the other side.]
I've heard really good things about this one.
[When the bearfolk opens the door for them, they're met with a dimly lit restaurant and bar decorated with dark mahoganys and red silks, with chandeliers hanging overhead to cast the entire place in a warm light. It's crowded, but not too crowded—enough that it makes for an obviously well-loved establishment. Up on the stage at the other end, there is a catfolk woman singing into the microphone, her voice like velvet alongside the piano.]
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[He jests...mostly. He may or may not shoot the odd cold glare at anyone that looks at her longer than they should—but fortunately there are more couples around than not around this area.
But he is a little surprised by the direction she leads him, expecting a more open restaurant than one tucked away like this. This feeling continues as they enter and he takes in the interior. It's...classic, honestly. Something that despite the more luxurious feel reminds him of a few of the restaurants of his own world and for a moment he feels a little nostalgic.
As they reach the front, the receptionist asks if they have a reservation before guiding them to the a small table for two in a quieter corner and with a good view of the stage.]
A little different than what I expected... But it's nice.
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On the table, there is a small candle at the center, as well as some red roses that match the rest of the décor, and even golden utensils wrapped fancily in napkins. Definitely not her own taste on any other day, but tonight is special—she wanted to experience something new with him and this is about as new and different as it gets from her everyday life on Eltrut, and even in Midgar before.]
Oh? Now I'm curious about what you were expecting.
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You had said formal... Guess I was thinking some more like those five star luxury restaurants. Not that this one isn't, but it also feels... Comfortable, yet classy.
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Thought about that, but... even then, I didn't think it fit the vibe for either of us. That, and a lot of them were on Elah, from the sounds of it.
[She pauses to take another look around.]
I think this suits us better.
[While still being fancy. They blend in like they belong here, and her dress isn't even the fanciest one!]
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[A wry grin before he looks down at the menus in front of them.]
Should I leave it to you to choose the drinks?
[Miss Bartender.]
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[She rests her elbow on the table, chin in her hand, and she leans over.]
Depends. What are you in the mood for?
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[She glances over to the bar, and then holds up a finger at Eustace.]
I'll be right back, let me go see what the bartender's got.
[Because everything has a different name here, and she isn't about to get him just any old drink.]
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Couldn't you just ask the server?
[No wait, if it's thst complicated should he just choose a different drink!?]
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[She flashes him a grin and reaches across to tap his nose as she stands.]
Sit tight and take a look at the menu, I'll be right back, okay?
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You don't have to go through all this trouble, but... All right.
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But she walks away to the bar, making her way to the front to chat up the bartender. The two of them share a laugh, and he seems to recognize the name of the Seventh Heaven, telling her about how he's been meaning to visit the famous seafaring bar run by a bunch of riftfarers, and she offers him an invitation and a few free drinks on the house to sample their "exotic" drinks which aren't all that exotic. Though it helps being a mixologist.
A few more minutes as he mixes their drinks...
And when Tifa returns, it's with two glasses in hand. One with a tall stem and a foamy top to the drink that she sets down at her spot, the other a rounder, shorter glass with a twist of lemon and orange peel that she sets in front of him.]
Drinks are served.
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